Hush, darling, hush. It’s all right. It’s all right. Dussel will you be kind enough to turn on the light, Mr. Dussel? It’s nothing, my darling. It was just a dream.
- MF: Was it a very bad dream? Perhaps if you told me . . . ? - A: I’d rather not talk about it. - MF: Poor darling. Try to sleep then. I’ll sit right here beside you until you fall asleep. -A: You don’t have to. - MF: But I’d like to stay with you . . . very much. - A: Really.I’d rather you didn’t. -MF: Good night, then. You’ll be all right? There’s nothing that you want? -A: Will you please ask Father to come. -MF: Of course, Anne dear
-A: Oh, Pim. I dreamed that they came to get us! The Green Police! They broke down the door and grabbed me and started to drag me out the way they did Jopie. -MF: I want you to take this pill. -A: What is it? -MF: Something to quiet you. Do you want me to read to you for a while? -A: No. Just sit with me for a minute. Was I awful? Did I yell terribly loud? Do you think anyone outside could have heard? -MF: No. No. Lie quietly now. Try to sleep. -A: I’m a terrible coward. I’m so disappointed in myself. I think I’ve conquered my fear . . . I think I’m really grown-up . . . and then something happens . . . and I run to you like a baby . . . I love you, Father, I don’t love anyone but you. -MF: Annele! A: It’s true. I’ve been thinking about it for a long time. You’re the only one I love. MF: It’s fine to hear you tell me that you love me. But I’d be happier if you said you loved your mother as well . . . She needs your help so much . . . your love . . . A: We have nothing in common. She doesn’t understand me. Whenever I try to explain my views on life to her she asks me if I’m constipated. MF: You hurt her very much just now. She’s crying. She’s in there crying.
-A: I can’t help it. I only told the truth. I didn’t want her here . . . Oh, Pim, I was horrible, wasn’t I? And the worst of it is, I can stand off and look at myself doing it and know it’s cruel and yet I can’t stop doing it. What’s the matter with me? Tell me. Don’t say it’s just a phase! Help me. -MF: There is so little that we parents can do to help our children. We can only try to set a good example . . . point the way. The rest you must do yourself. You must build your own character. -A: I’m trying. Really I am. Every night I think back over all of the things I did that day that were wrong . . . like putting the wet mop in Mr. Dussel’s bed . . . and this thing now with Mother. I say to myself, that was wrong. I make up my mind, I’m never going to do that again. Never! Of course I may do something worse . . . but at least I’ll never do that again! . . . I have a nicer side, Father . . . a sweeter, nicer side. But I’m scared to show it. I’m afraid that people are going to laugh at me if I’m serious. So the mean Anne comes to the outside and the good Anne stays on the inside, and I keep on trying to switch them around and have the good Anne outside and the bad Anne inside and be what I’d like to be . . . and might be . . . if only . . . only . . .